The Adventures of a Part Time Professional Gypsy (and her ginormous teddy thing)

Monday, July 1, 2013

Dear mom; I'm an addict

Dear mom

I know you’ve always told me
to steer away from drugs but I got really really high the other day and had one
of those epiphanies that only really happens under the influence of somewhat very
illegal substances. Life suddenly made sense and as I soared through the air
and the world swirled around me and I floated about in a dream, I saw clearly
for the first time in almost forever…

Now mom, before you go and hop
on a plane back to South Africa (which you will probably do regardless) and
come sentence me to a nunnery, the indoors, and a diet of barley green and
carrot juice or worse; I’ll try explain…

I’ve been living in one town
for almost 4 months, working the first set hours (08h30 to 17h30) job of my
life with the fewest housemates (1.25 and a giant dirty teddy bear) I’ve ever
had in my life and well I’m sure you can understand how, under these dire
circumstances, escapism might be necessary?

I think is the only housemate picture we have...

I tried living real life on
the wild side – brushing my teeth extra vigorously before milk; breaking into
the neighbour’s house [over the third storey balcony] to use their washing
machine; doing my grocery shopping in my pjs… but it’s not quite enough.

And I’m sure for what I am
about to say, you need to remember that you are partly to blame as I inherited
your genes…

… Mom, there’s no easy way to
say this but [make sure you are sitting down for this one] I’m an adventure
addict! And proud of it.

As I ran and jumped off Signal
Hill on Wednesday it suddenly hit me that adrenalin and adventure are the drugs
that make it worthwhile getting up in the morning.

The first half of the 2013
has vanished in a blink of mediocrity, but part two will be epic! I have decided
to get high for a living!

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Tired of mundane routine, of traffic jams, and of shoes; I adopted a flipping massive teddy bear, a backpack and an anything goes philosophy and began life as a Part Time Professional Gypsy (PTPG)... A life where you never know what could possibly happen next.... A life where you never know exactly what it is you're eating... A life where you never know where or when your next shower will be... A life full of stars and goats and smiles and adventures. A life of epicness.